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Don't bite the hand that feeds you

Summary:

Summary-- A universe where Saitama is evil and Genos is a hero. Saitama, bored with being an only strong villain decides to try something a little more interesting and starts kidnapping heros. Starting with the S class hero Demon Cyborg.

Notes:

Notes-- This is my first fan-fic ever so I’m not sure how well it will turn out still thanks for reading! (´•ω•`๑)

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Chapter 1: I really wanted a toy robot as a kid

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The man stood overlooking the rubble of city Z, every day seemed the same as the last for him now, boring. He had originally became a villain for the fun of it but it wasn’t really interesting any more. He watched as heroes scrambled around below him, fighting some kind of overly large centipede.

'I remember days like that, fighting monsters. I was weak back then but I was having fun I guess.' He let out a sigh, wondering how to make things more interesting now that he could beat everything so easily. Putting his attention back to the hero's fighting he noticed something that interested him.

“Oh! Is that a robot? Man he looks cool fighting with those fire blaster things. Hm, I kinda wish I had a robot now.” He looked back down at the fight, with more interest this time. Studying the robotic boy flying around the battlefield with impressive, yet reckless speed. He put his hands together and a loud clapping noise distracted all the heroes and even the monster. A smirk drew over his face and his eyes half shut giving him a creepy vibe to his onlookers.

“I believe it is time for me to intervene.” He mumbled to himself as he jumped off the building and towards the fight. The centipede stared at him for a second, it had been fighting a fierce battle just two minutes ago but now it began to shiver and back away as if scared, the heroes that noticed this did a double take on the man walking towards them. A feeling of dread filled them as they realized who was coming. Red cape, boots and gloves as well as a black leather bodysuit and of course his trademark bald head. There was no denying it this man was-

“C-caped D-d-darkness!” One of the hero's sputtered out causing the villain to smile wider.
“My, my guys. I was just taking a nap and you caused such a ruckus! So I figured I would come down here and give you a warning about all the noise.” The Caped Darkness slowly made his hand into a fist and pulled it back preparing to punch. The hero's around him, mainly A class or lower, jumped back in fear. Heck one even tripped and fell flat on his face.

They scurried away from the villain like cockroaches. The villain pushed his fist forward into the air, but made no contact with anything. Instead the air around his fist whipped like crazy and tore apart the centipede in front of him, it didn't even have time to scream. It`s pieces fell to the ground with gross sloppy noises and he turned to face the heroes.

“You know I think considering I help you guys out so much you should give me a reward or somethin’.” He turned towards the ‘Demon Cyborg’ who was just standing there dumbstruck as if he didn’t understand what he had just seen. The bald man smiled again, directly at the cyborg this time. The blond snapped out of his trance and pulled up an arm getting ready to fire. A small “Tsk,” sounded from the villain as he rushed to the cyborg, grabbing his hand before he could react. “Now, now. None of that. I just want a reward man.” He looked up and down the cyborg as if he had just decided this now, instead of having only come down here to take the blond.

“You look pretty cool and I always wanted a robot sidekick so let's go.” At this statement the cyborg tried to pull his hand away from the other man's grip only to learn that his arm didn’t even budge. A deep laugh came out of the man holding his hand. “Don’t be like that, I wouldn’t want to hurt my new pet robot.” He turned to the other hero’s flashing them another smirk as they just stood there dumbly and without another word he picked up the cyborg and ran off.